Vampires Suck

Chapter 13: A Scary Situation

 

Vervain.

That fucking bitch used vervain.

I observed myself in one of the only mirrors that I hadn't smashed, and a scowl made its way across my face yet again at the horrid sight before me. I still had my hair and all, but my skin—oh my skin looked like something straight out of a horror movie. Except the thing was, it was real. 

Layers of it had been peeled off in great big slabs, leaving only bright, bloody patches and the corded muscle beneath covering the majority of my face. Where the skin hadn't peeled off, giant, ugly, wart-like things protruded that had this disgusting yellowish-greenish tint to them. The whites of my eyes were now yellow, my irises a deep black. Not to mention the horrible smell that filled the air--like blood mixed with vomit mixed with diarrhea. All in all, I looked (and smelled) like the world's ugliest zombie.

This is what vervain did to us vampires. We only have two weaknesses, and that is being stabbed in the heart (by anything really, though a stake is more popular in modern-day culture) and vervain. Unlike the former, vervain didn't kill us, but it definitely weakened us and hurt like hell. Not only that, but it was a bitch to deal with.

You see, vampires are allergic to vervain; I don't know why exactly, but there's a legend that ancient druids used to use them in rituals to ward off vampires. I don't particularly believe the authenticity of this legend, but it is a pretty obvious fact that for some reason, vervain had an effect on vampires. The thing was, it definitely was a thousand times worse than the average human allergic reaction. And that's not even the worst part—it takes over a week for the effects to wear off.

So for a fucking week I'm going to not only be in absolute pain, but also look like the stupid abomination I look like now.

Sighing, I pulled at my hair in frustration, but this proved to be a bad idea, for when I pulled my hand back, large pieces of hair came away with it. Great. Absolutely fucking fantastic. Apparently the "effects" included not only my skin coming away but my hair too now.  Snarling, I angrily sat myself down on the floor, not knowing what else to do. Punching mirrors didn't seem to do anything to make the anger go down, and I highly doubt that destroying the rest of the bathroom would do any better.

I could've gone home by now, but I couldn't find the courage to leave. I don't think I could've handled the humiliation of another human screaming and running away from me terrified yet again. So instead, I stayed in here, where it was safe. I'd been in this same shithole of a bathroom for over two hours now, pacing back and forth, waiting for the long minutes to drag on until the bell to dismiss school rang. Sadly, looking at my phone, I saw that we still had six very long hours 'til that came.

A sudden noise near the entrance of the bathroom got my attention, and thinking it was a dumb human boy who had somehow missed the events of this morning, I growled, "Get the fuck out!"

I did not expect to hear the sudden cackle of laughter after that. A feminine cackle of laughter. Confused and slightly annoyed, I scrunched my eyebrows and called out more hesitantly, "Who's there?"

Suddenly, Celine appeared in front of me, smirking. Her smirk faltered for a second when her eyes slowly traveled up and down my face, and not being able to handle her close scrutiny, I looked away. Then an amused chuckle escaped her lips and I looked back at her, her eyes were bright with laughter, and her hands were on her hips. Well, well, look what we have here... I could practically hear her saying though she hadn't actually said anything out loud.

"Looks like the rumors were true," she finally said then, amusement coloring her voice.

"Who'd you hear from?" I asked quickly, intending to bash the motherfucker who was spreading rumors.